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It is over. It is done.

You killed my heart,

your freedom is won.



You have walked on this heart for the very last time

I am leaving what is yours and taking what is mine.

For two years I hoped and prayed

My love for you would be returned in some small way.



For two years I gave my all, and in return only grief.

Now it is time to give dues to my heart's thief.

You played me like a fiddle and I danced to your sweet tune.

You took me for a fool, a regular buffoon.



I paid for your school and got you out of debt,

Now you say you don't love me, do I feel used? You bet!

I stayed at home while you went out and played,

I cooked and cleaned, I suppose you thought it was cheaper than a maid.



I have never stopped loving you and I could never hate,

But love from one side does not a marriage make.

Seeing you unhappy, pierces like an arrow,

So I will leave this place on the morrow.



It is time now for me to take my leave

to someplace, away from you, to face my grief.

I know there is someone out there for me

who will love me and be a family.



I want that picket fence with rug rats all around,

that little house in the country where love abounds.

I want a woman that really cares just for me

Not for what I can give her...do you see?



I guess for us that is not in the cards

and leaving now is really hard

but I just can not go on

In this house that is not a home.



Good bye, I hope you find that which you seek,

Cause I will be filing for the Big D this week.

Don't worry about me...you never did

So this is it, good bye kid.



I never stopped loving you...

                             Until now.  Goodbye.